I let my eyes slowly peer over at the glittering man lying next to me. He was gazing me intently, his face serious but his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Sleep well?" he purred.

It was ridiculous that with just two words that were hardly sexual, Edward could have me dripping with want. Knowing my voice would crack if I dared use it, I merely nodded.

He chuckled at my blush but didn't comment, probably feeling gracious this morning, and scooted closer to me. I felt something on my leg and looked down to see Edward was still naked.

And hard.

Oh, my God.

Last night definitely wasn't a dream. My mouth watered at the sight of him ready for me. Could we do it again? I was planning on my next course of action when Edward spoke up.

"Your sleep talking was at its best last night," he informed me smugly, unaware of my lustful plot.

"Mmm," was all I could offer back. I wasn't even curious about what I said. I just wanted to do it.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, ducking his head to meet my eyes which were currently trained on his erection. Seeing him jarred me from my lavacious thoughts and I shook my head.

"I'm fine."

Edward looked down at his hardness and then back at me, dazing me with his intent stare. "We need to talk about what happened."

I think I nodded.

"I'm… well, I'm embarrassed about how I behaved. The things I said." He was playing with a loose thread that dangled from my sheets.

"You shouldn't be. It was amazing."

His eyes darted to mine and I could see he was trying to gauge the veracity of my statement. "Really?" He didn't sound all that convinced.

I was almost annoyed at his ridiculousness but then I realized that in many ways, Edward was a tad bit more stunted than I was. He had a lot on his plate, worrying about whether or not he'd crush me into dust during his climax and stuff like that. Even I had to admit that was some pretty heavy stuff to think about.

But, in order to move past this and get Edward to truly loosen up for his own good, I'd have to be the outspoken one. I cleared my throat and met his gaze defiantly. "Edward, I absolutely loved the way you spoke to me. I came so hard, not only because of how you felt, but because of what you said to me. I demand you talk to me like that all the time."

He blinked and just stared. I knew he was completely taken aback so I waited for my words to catch up with him. Eventually they did and he smiled slightly.

"You never do or say I what predict. I still don't understand that."

I shrugged. "I love you, Edward, and I think everything you do is sexy. There isn't anything you could do to scare me away."

His eyes smoldered and oh my, it took me everything I had not to pounce on him.

"I love you," he swore as he pulled me to him. "I only want to make you happy."

"You don't have to worry about that," I assured him. "You already do. It just comes naturally to you."

He smirked and kissed my forehead.

"So…," I began, not exactly sure how to get out what I was thinking, "what does this mean?"

"I'm not following," Edward said with a confused expression.

I sighed and sat up. The sheet lowered to reveal my chest and Edward stared unabashedly. Well, at least he had taken a step in the right direction.

"I propose we keep this up and try other things before we get married. This way we'll both be ready and we won't be so anxious on our wedding night."

Edward's golden eyes popped up to mine and… he almost looked grateful.

"You're amazing, Bella. I think your proposal is a very good one."

"Really?" I asked, surprised he was going along with me.

He nodded and kissed me softly. "I'm not proud about the way I took you last night. I always envisioned being entirely proper with you, never voicing my less than gentlemanlike desires. But you showed me last night that that's all part of it and that… you like it. How can I deny you anything you enjoy?" He kissed me again. "And I think you make a very valid point regarding our wedding night."

"So we're really going to do this?" I asked, trying to clarify things.

He grinned. "I could never go back now, Bella, not after knowing how hard you could make me come."

He was evil. And judging by the wicked grin on his face, he knew it.

X

I would have loved to stay in bed and engage in more sexy times with Edward all day, but Edward told me that he had a few errands to run. He also reminded me that Alice would be over soon, undoubtedly to go over some more wedding plans.

Still on my I-just-had-a-fabulous-Edward-Cullen-induced-orgasm high, I didn't even mind that we were going to be separated for a few hours. Edward, however, seemed to be having a harder time over it.

"I'll miss you," he told me for the tenth time, kissing my nose. He stood before the front door, but every time he went to leave he'd turn around for one last kiss. It amused me, flattered me, and aroused me all at the same time.

"I'll miss you, too," I promised. "I'll just keep thinking about last night…"

I was a little embarrassed at my confession but not sorry for it, especially when I saw how Edward's eyes bulged. His cold hands ran down my arms and grasped my hips, a little more tightly than usual but I basked in the feeling of Edward losing a little of his control.

That was hardly the case, but I just laughed and kissed him once again. This time he managed to actually leave, but I knew it wouldn't be long before he was back here again. The boy had turned into a sex fiend, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

I wasn't complaining, that is, until Alice showed up.

She walked into the house with the smuggest smile on her face, like she was responsible for the whole thing. "Everything went well last night, I take it."

"You know it did," I said shortly, taking the binder from her.

Alice laughed and sat next to me on the sofa. "I'm sorry if I seem a little too eager about your sex life, Bella. I'm just so happy for the two of you."

I never doubted that, despite my occasional frustration with her. Alice loved making those around her happy, and went so far as to dedicate all her free time to the cause. I realized with a start that none of this would have been possible without her gentle but insistent meddling and a flood of gratefulness ran through me.

Unexpectedly, I hugged her. Alice giggled and hugged me back.

"Thank you," I whispered against her hair. "Thank you."

Alice stepped back and burst out laughing. "Oh, you'll be saying that a lot tonight."

X

A few hours later, after Alice had left, I wasn't surprised to look up and see Edward standing in my doorway.

It had apparently begun raining, but I'd been so wrapped up in the book I was reading that I didn't notice. I was certainly noticing now. Edward was dripping and gleaming and his clothes stuck to him like a second skin. He just stood there watching me for a few moments, still and intense.

"Where's Charlie?" he asked in a throaty voice.

He was acting strange. He hadn't come over to kiss me, and he hadn't even greeted me normally, either. Something was up.

"He's working the night shift," I murmured.

Edward's entire expression changed. Before, it had been intent, somber. Now it was literally generating sparks. His eyes flashed, his mouth curved up on one side, and his feet began to take slow, calculated steps toward me. He had never looked more like a predator.

"Perfect."

Before I could react or even truly give another thought to what he'd said, he was on me.

"You don't know how much I just wanted to run back here today," Edward confessed, trailing kissed down my neck. He ripped open my shirt so he could continue his path. "All day long, rock hard… desperate to see you."

Whoa. Words can't express how his words were making me feel.

"Now that I've had you, Bella, I'll never stop." His words sent a delightful chill down my spine. Aroused, I felt a pang in my lower stomach and wanted nothing more than for the two of us to be naked together. But I know that was too much, too soon.

Possibilities of what we could try together had been running through my head all day long, but I knew we needed to take things slow. Still, I wanted to push things a bit further.

"Edward, let me see you."

His fervent kisses on my chest stopped and he pulled back to look me in the eye. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully, though we both knew what I meant.

"I want to see you," I told him, tugging gently on his jeans. "I want these off."

He blinked slowly, like he was trying to translate what I'd said. Then he shook his head. "I think that would be too much."

"Let's just try," I begged, desperate to see Edward.

Slowly he sat up and sighed. He watched me for a moment, appearing to be searching for something. I couldn't imagine what it was but I hoped I passed the test. When his hand made its way to his fly, I figured I had. He lowered himself to kiss me again as the unmistakable sound of his zipper filled the silence of the room. The kiss was deep and passionate, one of the whoppers he occasionally liked to lay on me that literally had me sputtering like a fool.

But this time I was very aware of the soft wiggle of his hips to maneuver out of his pants. Then Edward was down to his boxers, his erection more visible through the thinner material. My mouth watered automatically and I wanted nothing more than to taste him. It didn't surprise me that yet another part of Edward aroused and tempted me almost sinfully. Something told me this particular part of his anatomy would be the tastiest.

Edward moved to take off his boxers and I followed his motions hungrily. I wished I could be the one to reveal him, but I realized what a big deal this was for Edward. Not only was he becoming vulnerable in such a way first, he had to battle the bloodlust, as well.

As he lowered them I could hear the material rubbing against his skin and hair. The sound was outrageously sexy. His intense eyes met mine as he slipped out of them. Then Edward stopped moving and I figured he was done. His cock was out for my viewing pleasure but I couldn't bring myself to look at it. It wasn't that I was afraid, or at least that wasn't all of it. I was worried that I was going to pounce on him and say screw the consequences.

But he continued to watch me seriously, and it dawned on me that had the roles been reversed, I would have been feeling mighty hurt by now.

So I looked.

Again, words can't describe. I could write about the silky, white smooth shaft that, to my innocent eye, appeared to go on forever. I could tell you about the hair there that was as copper as the hair on his head, and that strangely turned me on. I could write a sonnet about the perfect dimensions of his penis. Frankly, I could go on and on.

Just take my word for it.

I fought the urge to reach out and grab it, figuring Edward wouldn't take too kindly to that.

"You're all I've ever dreamed," I whispered seriously, meeting his eyes again. He looked like he was in pain. "What's wrong?"

"It's surprisingly… sexy to have you look at me like that," he confessed lowly. He looked uncomfortable.

"Good. I want you hot." The words shot out of me but I wasn't sorry.

Edward groaned and I wickedly thought it wouldn't be too hard to get what I wanted anymore.

"Edward, will you lay back for me?"

He eyed me warily but complied. He still wore his soaking wet shirt, so I ripped it off of him and then stroked the dampness of his chest. I reached over to turn off my lamp so that we glowed in the moonlight, and watched in awe as the raindrops glittered against his flesh like little diamonds. The sight wasn't equivalent to Edward's skin in the sun, but it came pretty close.

My hand moved down to his abdomen, caressing his hard stomach in long, languid strokes.

Then it lowered a bit more. Edward sucked in a breath and stared at me.

Edward waited a long time to give me an answer. For awhile I was positive he was going to say no. But then, in a move that surprised me and made me wetter than anything ever had before, Edward took my hand and lowered it down to his arousal.

Eagerly I gripped him, relishing in his unrestrained moan. His beautiful eyes shut as he let himself enjoy the pressure of my hand.

I had obviously never done this before, but I wasn't a fool. I knew the mechanics of it and told myself I'd learn as I went along. Briefly I warred with a self-conscious, insecure concern that I wasn't going to be good enough for him, but I stifled it. This was about Edward, not me.

Up and down I went, slow in the beginning to appease Edward. But as the seconds went by and Edward's harsh breathing quickened, I couldn't help myself. I moved up and down more, stopping every now and then to ensure Edward wasn't about to sink his teeth into me.

"Your hand… amazing... amazing hand," Edward kept chanting.

I laughed and moved a little faster. "You're so hot, Edward."

He groaned and clenched the sheet in his fist. "Take off your shirt. Please."

I complied immediately, allowing Edward to remove my bra. I went back to stroking him as he began to play with my breasts. I was simultaneously amused and turned on by Edward's childlike joy and awe as he squeezed and rubbed and nuzzled. Gasping, I brought my other hand to his hair and pulled lightly.

Edward's cold, wet mouth closed around one of my nipples and I thought for a moment I was going to die—not that Edward was going to kill me, but that I was literally going to have a heart attack from the pleasure. My hand worked faster and frantically, desperate to get Edward to cum. I needed his release a million times more than I needed my own.

"Oh, my God," he rasped against my breast. "Faster, Bella."

Your wish, my command. I was moving as fast as I could, which seemed to be good enough for Edward. He was trembling beneath me now, cursing under his breath and involuntarily flexing his hips to push his cock through my hand.

He let out a high pitched cry as the pace of his hips increased and I squeezed my fist slightly.

I gazed at his penis in appreciation, wistfully longing for the day I could taste him. It would be someday soon, I silently promised myself.

One of Edward's hands surprisingly shot out to grab one of my breasts as his cries reached a new height. I relished the sound as much as our mingled panting and the relentless squeaking of the bed beneath us.

"Shit, Bella, shit, Bella!" he cried. A cursing Edward is my new best friend. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over… all over your hand."

This was too much. The words were said awkwardly and uncomfortably, but he was trying. And that was hotter than anything else.

It was awkward and pretty embarrassing for me to utter those words, but I figured if Edward could do it I could, too. We had eternity to practice the art of dirty talking, after wll.

Edward growled and thumbed my nipple. "Oh, God," he whispered, almost sounding like he was in agony. "Oh, oh, oh my—"

In a shuddering gasp that shook my whole body and the bed we were on, Edward came all over his stomach and my hand. A little even shot out onto my own stomach.

Tremors still ran through Edward for a few minutes as he laid in silence, staring at the evidence of his pleasure. His eyes darkened as he spotted the little bit of cum on my stomach and then his gaze met mine.

Keeping my eyes on his, I took the hand that already had his essence on it and ran my finger through the wetness on my stomach. "Thank you," I whispered breathlessly.

Then I reached up and licked it all off, closing my eyes as I sucked the chilly stickiness. It was magically delicious.

I knew Edward would be stunned, and there was also the possibility of him being a little grossed out. But the action was spontaneous, necessary. Maybe he would be angry or upset.

I had no idea Edward would react the way he did, however.

Suddenly I was on my back with Edward hovering on top of me, watching me like I was a particular juicy mountain lion that was running away. I had the goodness to look a little sheepish and was about to ask Edward if he was angry with me when two ice cold fingers plunged into the wetness between my thighs.

"You'll be thanking be forever after I'm through with you," he promised in an almost foreign voice.

I had unknowingly unleashed the beast Edward kept chained inside.

Oh, God.

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